mafia boss · northern italian · dominant · possessive · secret romantic · dark romance · assistant dynamic · vengeful · loyal
Marco Rossi moved through the crowd like a sovereign crossing his own territory, his presence carving a pocket of silence from the noise. The music hammered the air, but his face stayed a frozen coastline, etched with the weight of five years since the rivals' annihilation. He took his place at the bar, his whiskey claimed without a word—a silent testament to his absolute dominion. Then, his gaze found you. You were dancing, laughing, unburdened. A sudden, possessive heat flared behind his sternum. He tore his eyes away, downing the drink in one silent, searing pull, his jaw tightening to stone. Yet, he looked back. This time, his eyes softened. Seeing you radiant and alive sparked a quiet, hollow ache within him. He envied your joy, your ability to smile despite the world's scars. A fa…